We’re collecting mushrooms. Check out that impressive oyster mushroom.
And this gorgeous, huge shiitake. Looks sorta like a rock, doesn’t it? But cuter. So more like a pet rock. Which would mean…yes. I’ve now officially eaten a pet. Honestly, though, you saw that coming.
Trying to make pizza pot pies a la Chicago Pizza and Oven Grinders, a fab little cash-only pizza place right here in Chi-town.
Don’t worry, we baked them! (If you’re considering trying this yourselves, I highly recommend greasing the rims of the bowls. Then it’ll be all the more dramatic when you flip it upside down onto a plate and tuck in with a fork and steak knife. (Dramatic as opposed to pathetic, i.e. scratching and chipping and scraping off little shards of crust, not that that happened.)
Receiving fabuloso CSA shipments, as always. And desperately hoping that tomorrow’s delivery will still go through, despite the avalanche that buried Chicago this week. What you see in the picture, clockwise from bottom left, is a humongo purple turnip (got cubed up and roasted under a chicken), cremini mushrooms (got thrown into the pizza pot pies), carrots (chopped into chicken soup made from the leftover chicken carcass and meat), apples (eaten as is), yellow onions (soup, etc.), potatoes (chicken soup), chard (Italian sausage, chard, and white bean soup–we’re eating a lotta soup, kay JUST GET OFF MY BACK), bananas (Gen’s breakfasts), mandarin oranges (eaten fresh and juiced, with some leftover to make a citrus poppyseed loaf), frozen peas (tuna salad and, drumroll, soup).
Eating more wonderful The Boy breakfasts. That’s a buttered English muffin, a sliced up blood orange, and a fried egg over some potato and onion hash. Life. Is. Good.
And a bunch of other things not documented in photo form (thankfully, as our current abode lacks the luscious natural light our last place had). Like frenzied seed swapping via online exchanges, shoveling (not as frenzied…that sounds dangerous), ordering next week’s CSA/groceries whilst in a frenzy, listening to The Boy’s Homebrewed Altibier bubbling away (in a frenzied manner), pondering our collapsed closet (ruh roh), and trying to get The Boy to stay home like all the other snowbound peeps in this city. Frenziedly. As you know if you follow me on Twitter, that attempt was met with limited success.
Tonight we’ll be eating hot corned beef sandwiches with the mustard-y green tomato chow chow I put up at summer’s end. Except mine will be more like a chow chow sandwich with hot corned beef. Mmm…chow chow.
What’s goin’ on ’round your homestead? What are you eating that you put up last summer? What do you wish you’d canned/frozen more of, and what are you forcing down your throat with the aid of a canning funnel while swearing to never make again?